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Daphina Taraias (inmyelements) wrote in watchers_rp,

Indeed, she had apologised (though whether she had meant it would be a mystery even to her if she allowed her mind to slow down and think about it), but Daphina found herself wishing that she’d not actually stopped at all. Obviously, she wished to kiss Gia or else she never would have done so to begin with, and the way the other woman was now staring at her just made her want to do it again. Partly for having not gone anywhere. (Yet.) Her thoughts danced along the line that separated her pleasure at Gia’s continued presence (and lack of horror) from her concerns over whether she ought to have even done that. Concerns that were swiftly smothered. As a rule, Daphina did not like to second-guess herself; it was frequently counterproductive and achieved less than some seemed to believe.

She felt her features smile slightly as Gia managed to tickle just behind her ear, prompting goosebumps to spread down to her neck to what felt like partway down her upper arm. Daphina watched her own finger trace a line down the other’s jaw and up... marking the edge of an imaginary mask even as her thumb brushed that cheekbone. If she kept going they would meet. It only vaguely registered that there had been hair loose, which meant it was imperfect and needing fixing, but she truly was not that invested in it.

“Why apologise,” she echoed, though it was not a question as much as a statement she appeared to be confused about. It occurred to Daphina that it was good she’d not moved, else she may not have heard what Gia was saying. “You are still there.” Not precisely an answer to the question, but rather an observation, and very nearly a disbelieving one. They usually departed in an effort to pretend nothing had happened. Watchers, but those eyes were staggeringly beautiful this close, and she would have said so but it was rude to interrupt -- possibly especially when the speaker was reminding you of flirtations. A reminder that immediately received a smile that showed how welcome it was. “Plead my--” Oh. Her understanding barely cut her off before Gia had the chance to, though that would have been interesting. A giddiness tilted the room slightly -- not the sort one associated with a lack of air, but a quickened pulse and the kind of overwhelming Daphina had always supposed she’d left behind in her teenage years. At court, no less. Probably in that book… The corners of her mouth curved up involuntarily at the memory of the book she still had not had the chance to read, but she could not say she was sorry. It could wait.